Fandom: Kamen Rider OOO ; Pair: Ankh/Izumi Hina ; 6/? mlinaOctober 28 2011, 09:46:40 UTC
This is split into two parts because, LOL -- apparently the epic is too long for the commentbox.
UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension) ; AU!ish and set post-canon.
Hina is afraid that if she steps through the door to Cous Coussier's attic, there will be nothing but an empty room.
The night before still feels like a dream: Eiji stumbling in from the rain, soaked to the bone and calling out for Chiyoko and anyone else to please, please, help. One of Ankh's arms was slung over his shoulder. Ankh, looking worse for wear, limp and barely alive despite the lack of injuries.
Ankh.
Hina remembers the way she froze, only snapping out of stunned silence when a hand curled around her own. She had looked up to her brother who appeared as shocked as she. But Shingo had just smiled before helped her to her feet as everyone crowded around Eiji who explained that he didn't know how, but that yes, it was Ankh.
Ankh.
Her fingers twitch reflexively as her gaze falls to the brass doorknob. The voice at the back of her head tells her to just reach out to curl her fingers around it, but she loses her nerve and turns around, ready to creep back downstairs where everyone else is still asleep.
She stops when she is yanked back by the hair, her lips voicing out her surprise though this is silenced effectively by a mouth slanting over her own.
She goes very, very still.
She's never been kissed before. It's always been kind of hard to find a guy who wouldn't feel threatened by her strength -- not everyone can appreciate the way she can lift a car with her bare hands; or how she can uproot a tree by just punching it. So she doesn't really know what to do when Ankh traces the inside of her mouth with his tongue, the tip rubbing against her own.
They are like that for what feels like an eternity: she, very still and unsure what to do while Ankh looks at her with those eyes of his. His hand changes in shape; first cold, hard and alien, and then warm, firm and familiar. His fingers trace lazy circles over her wrist.
When he pulls back, he tilts his head, his lips thinning in displeasure.
"You look like you half expect me to eat you up."
She can't help the flush that creeps up the back of her neck. Spending a year in France and making friends with the other foreign students have broadened her knowledge of boy-girl relations. She knows that Ankh doesn't mean the double entendre, but knowing that doesn't make her heart slow its jackhammer beat.
He tilts his head the other way, as if listening; those eyes falling again to her mouth. The gesture is more avian than human and all of what he is. Something else. Something not human. But nevertheless alive.
"Your heartbeat." His hand on her shoulder skims down, a finger's foreknuckle tracing a line down the dip of her blouse. "Afraid of me again, Hina-chan?"
She can't think; there is a warm settling in the pit of her stomach -- no, lower. Ankh skims that foreknuckle back up, his fingers suddenly coming round her throat and Hina's eyes snap up to his.
"Why are you afraid of me again?"
His fingers tighten when she doesn't reply. It hurts, but Hina doesn't push him away, though she know she is strong enough to. Instead, her fingers come up to fold over his and she blinks, her eyes suddenly stinging from something that is threatening to burst in her chest.
"I thought..." she whispers, her voice hoarse. "I wasn't sure..."
UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension) ; AU!ish and set post-canon.
Hina is afraid that if she steps through the door to Cous Coussier's attic, there will be nothing but an empty room.
The night before still feels like a dream: Eiji stumbling in from the rain, soaked to the bone and calling out for Chiyoko and anyone else to please, please, help. One of Ankh's arms was slung over his shoulder. Ankh, looking worse for wear, limp and barely alive despite the lack of injuries.
Ankh.
Hina remembers the way she froze, only snapping out of stunned silence when a hand curled around her own. She had looked up to her brother who appeared as shocked as she. But Shingo had just smiled before helped her to her feet as everyone crowded around Eiji who explained that he didn't know how, but that yes, it was Ankh.
Ankh.
Her fingers twitch reflexively as her gaze falls to the brass doorknob. The voice at the back of her head tells her to just reach out to curl her fingers around it, but she loses her nerve and turns around, ready to creep back downstairs where everyone else is still asleep.
She stops when she is yanked back by the hair, her lips voicing out her surprise though this is silenced effectively by a mouth slanting over her own.
She goes very, very still.
She's never been kissed before. It's always been kind of hard to find a guy who wouldn't feel threatened by her strength -- not everyone can appreciate the way she can lift a car with her bare hands; or how she can uproot a tree by just punching it. So she doesn't really know what to do when Ankh traces the inside of her mouth with his tongue, the tip rubbing against her own.
They are like that for what feels like an eternity: she, very still and unsure what to do while Ankh looks at her with those eyes of his. His hand changes in shape; first cold, hard and alien, and then warm, firm and familiar. His fingers trace lazy circles over her wrist.
When he pulls back, he tilts his head, his lips thinning in displeasure.
"You look like you half expect me to eat you up."
She can't help the flush that creeps up the back of her neck. Spending a year in France and making friends with the other foreign students have broadened her knowledge of boy-girl relations. She knows that Ankh doesn't mean the double entendre, but knowing that doesn't make her heart slow its jackhammer beat.
He tilts his head the other way, as if listening; those eyes falling again to her mouth. The gesture is more avian than human and all of what he is. Something else. Something not human. But nevertheless alive.
"Your heartbeat." His hand on her shoulder skims down, a finger's foreknuckle tracing a line down the dip of her blouse. "Afraid of me again, Hina-chan?"
She can't think; there is a warm settling in the pit of her stomach -- no, lower. Ankh skims that foreknuckle back up, his fingers suddenly coming round her throat and Hina's eyes snap up to his.
"Why are you afraid of me again?"
His fingers tighten when she doesn't reply. It hurts, but Hina doesn't push him away, though she know she is strong enough to. Instead, her fingers come up to fold over his and she blinks, her eyes suddenly stinging from something that is threatening to burst in her chest.
"I thought..." she whispers, her voice hoarse. "I wasn't sure..."
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